That's how the great Joseph Mitchell begins one of the sentences in "A place of the pasts" (New Yorker, February 16, 2015).* He ends the sentence with: ". . . part of the city that I look upon, if you will forgive me for sounding so high-flown, as my spiritual home."
The beginning and ending are separated by one thousand, one hundred and fifty words. A pretty long sentence, no? And Mitchell's is a real sentence -- understandable by anyone who can read at the sixth grade level -- not some Joycean gobbledegook or Faulknerian gibberish.
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*Act fast. I think free New Yorker links work for about a week; after that you need to be a subscriber.
Monday, February 23, 2015
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